The grind of life

Sometimes it takes years to realize,
Sometimes it can pass us by.
This is the end of everything.
This is the grind of life.

I wave goodbye, I say goodnight
I kiss you on the forehead.
My life’s a dream, you are a ghost,
The world, confined to my bed.

Insanity, reality,
It’s all really the same.
I drove you, and you drove me,
Who’s to say what is or not insane?

Sometimes it takes years to realize,
Sometimes it can pass us by.
This is the end of everything.
This is the grind of life.

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